Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The Blood Skull Arena, which can accommodate 50,000 to 80,000 people, was packed.

All the audience fell into a moment of astonishment and silence when the Ice Storm team entered the arena.

They just heard the gossip that two teams that were about to start a battle met in advance in the Hall of Glory and had a conflict.

To be honest, such things as early conflicts have never been news in the arena.

It even happened in the past that the winner was already decided before the gladiatorial fight even started.

But one side was beaten by the other side and ran all over the field. This was explosive news that everyone couldn't believe.

Not to mention, it was the team led by "Frost Queen" Ice Storm who ran away with their heads in their hands.

The Turanians can be defeated or they can die.

But how could he run away without even going to the real battlefield?

All the audience was outraged.

Especially the former supporters of Ice Storm felt deeply frustrated and betrayed.

They all booed the former trump card the loudest.

However, the grandeur of Meng Chao and others' strutting their heads high and making their grand entrance on stage stunned the tens of thousands of spectators.

Unleashed from them, the fighting spirit soaring to the sky doesn't look like a gutless rat who was chased like a dog just now?

The audience looked at each other and asked with their eyes: "Is there something wrong? How could Ice Storm's team escape? Did it get mixed up with other teams?"

However, when they took a closer look at the shape of the Ice Storm team, seeing Meng Chao's frailty, the slender leaves, the spider's wrinkles, and the swollen noses and faces of the other field mouse servants, they suddenly realized, yes, look at the whole building. Blood Skull Arena, no, it's the entire city of Blackhorn, no, it's the entire Turanze, there is no other team like this!

"The news is correct, they were beaten to the brim just now, and ran away with their asses kicked!"

"It doesn't matter if you lose, you don't even dare to fight, and you are chased so loudly, how dare you stand on the arena with such a swagger?"

"Kill these cowards, they sullied the glory of the arena and the ancestors!"

The auditorium, which had been silent for a short moment, suddenly erupted with a wave ten times stronger than before.

Many spectators couldn't wait for the end of the game, so they took out animal traps, pebbles, short darts and other things from their arms, and threw them towards the arena with a "crackling" sound.

If it weren't for the bull-headed warriors from the Bloodhoof family who were in charge of maintaining order, they were stalking inside and outside the arena, and many spectators were eager to jump on the arena to teach them a lesson. These "rat people among the rat people, among the Turan people" Scum"!

And more spectators who were located in the back row of the auditorium and were too far away to vent their anger directly with animal traps and pebbles had no choice but to yell the name of Ice Storm's opponent at the top of their lungs.

"Kill 'em, Stinger!"

"Kill these scum, Stinger!"

"Come on, Stinger, show the vigor of the Ironhide family, and smash these gutless rats down!"

"Stinger! Stinger! Stinger!"

Tens of thousands of hoarse roars gathered into a turbulent sea, rushing into the brain of the young wild boar warrior, making him, who had never seen such a big battle, feel as if he was riding on the clouds and floating in the sky.

The wild boar warrior named "Stinger" is a member of the iron family with very pure blood, and his parents are 100% wild boar.

The "skin of steel" derived from his paternal line gave his armor-like flesh and blood a faint metallic luster.

And the porcupine characteristics derived from the maternity make his steel skin grow clusters of extremely sharp and hard steel needles. When he is furious, the steel needles stand up, literally, all over his body All overgrown with weapons.

Young and energetic, he is eager to command more warriors and servants in the battle of glory to win greater glory for the family.

Then you need to make his name famous, and you need a stepping stone that is tall enough...

Ice Storm was the perfect stepping stone that his mother had chosen with great difficulty for him through connections.

"The opponent is very strong, not something you can easily defeat."

Before the battle began, my mother gave a thousand warnings, "Fortunately, this is a team battle, and you have the best servants of the Ironhide family, while the opponent's servants are just a group of vulnerable ragtags.

"So, as long as you can withstand the attack of the ice storm and let your servants kill the opponent's servants completely, the adjudicator will announce your victory, and you will earn the reputation of 'beating the ace'! "

That's the plan.

The point of "resisting the attack of the ice storm" is not a big problem for the orthodox members of the Iron Skin family who have the "Steel Skin" and are originally good at defense.

However, the fanatical shouts of tens of thousands of spectators dazed Stinger's mind.

He suddenly had an illusion, "I can defeat the ice storm with dignity".

"Actually, the ice storm is not as powerful as the legend says, right?"

The young wild boar warrior thought to himself, "If she is really so powerful, why did she protest to the adjudicator just now, as if she was afraid of competing with me?

"Also, her servants are too weak.

"Although it's only been a few days of training, she always selected them carefully. In the end, it turned out to be such a group of extremely weak people. It can be seen that Ice Storm's vision is not very good.

"That's right, how strong can a guy who has lost three games in a row be so strong?

"I don't need to rely on the judge, I can defeat her!"

The shouts of the audience were like magma, pouring into the ears of the poisonous thorn, and then flowing down the ear canal into the eyes, nostrils and throat.

Every pore in his body sprayed out a hot stream of excitement.

This heat blurred his vision, confused his hearing, and interfered with his thinking, leaving only one picture in his mind - he stood proudly in the middle of the arena, his feet were covered with bruises , Ice Storm, who passed out, raised his arms high, enjoying the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators, and a real victory!

An old and frail bull-headed warrior, riding a giant eagle with a bridle and saddle, hovered over the arena.

He blew a horn like a scimitar, and from mid-air, he threw a spear into the center of the arena.

The spear precisely pierced the arena, and the cracks that were bombarded by the strange power of countless gladiators pierced there tremblingly.

On the tail of the spear, the battle flag of glory representing the Bloodhoof Clan was shaken away, and under the astonishing collision of the two sides, it fluttered in the wind and made a sound of hunting.

Boom boom boom boom!

Hundreds of war drums around the arena beat again.

Stinger's gaze crossed the Bloodhoof Battle Banner, staring at the ice storm opposite.

He found that Ice Storm did not follow the clan warrior's practice, wait for the servants to fight first, and then start the duel between the masters and generals in a leisurely manner.

Instead, she immediately activated her proud totem armor "Mithril Ripper" and turned it into a silver-cast, half-human, half-panther monster.

Such a gesture did not make the young wild boar warrior feel any awe.

On the contrary, Stinger felt that the ace on the opposite side had a guilty conscience.

Otherwise, how could he show his hole cards as soon as he appeared on the stage?

"It's really an outsider without a sense of honor."

Stinger grinned, opened his eyes wide, and punched his chest hard, lighting up the shining totem from the heart to the chest, from the chest to the limbs, all the way to the fingertips.

Groups of lead gray liquid metal secreted from his pores, quickly covering every inch of his skin tightly.

After the blessing of liquid metal, the sharp spikes all over the body like blades became sharper.

From his arms to his back, there are a total of twenty-four slightly protruding holes, and a strong airflow is ejected, making his arms seem to become two powerful steam hammers. The deafening roar made the audience deafen.

This is the totem armor that the Tiepi family has been proud of for thousands of years—the Hammer of Millions of Steam!

Although I don't know why my own totem is called such a weird name.

But it didn't prevent Stinger from being full of fanatical confidence in his own totem.

The cheers of tens of thousands of spectators after seeing the appearance of the "Million Steam Hammer" made his fighting spirit soar to the extreme.

"Come on, warriors of the Ironhide family, smash this gang of mobs in one fell swoop!"

Waving arms like steam hammers, Stinger roared, "Win this victory, each will reward ten slaves!"

Even cannon fodder is divided into grades.

Although the so-called "servants" are also cannon fodder, they can be trained and equipped with the most basic weapons by their masters, and they can often accompany their masters and serve their daily lives. They can be regarded as "elite cannon fodder".

If you perform well, you will have a chance to be upgraded from a servant to a servant, and you will be considered the master's confidant.

Below the servants, there are slave soldiers.

That is the purest cannon fodder. It does not require any training or any weapons. It is the presence of a supervisory team composed of servants, charging the enemy's defense line with bare hands, and consuming the enemy's arrows, swords and strength.

In addition, slave soldiers have many uses.

Especially slave soldiers of different genders.

Of course, the same sex does not matter.

The Turanians are not particularly particular about this.

In many cases, the tactful groaning of the strong sounds more beautiful than the pleadings of the opposite sex.

The promise of a stinger is more effective than a witch doctor's elixir.

The house mouse servants who had just been caught in the Hall of Glory for a long time, failed to catch their opponents, and instead made themselves out of breath, had already accumulated a lot of anger.

At this moment, he screamed even more excitedly.

The thought of having ten slave soldiers, ten rat people who are more humble than himself, can be used by him to drive and vent to his heart's content.

How could these house mouse servants care about the joints and tendons of their legs and feet, and the slight tingling pain came from time to time.

They all followed behind the "Million Steam Hammer", expanding their muscles to the limit, like thirty "squeaking" steam hammers, facing Meng Chao who was covered in bruises, leaves with slender hands and feet, and spiders with wrinkled faces And the wild mouse servants with bruised noses and swollen faces smashed over!